All Chapters of Bad boy ballo : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Camilla's POVIt was just getting dark when we got to a warehouse that seemed just off the outskirts of the part of Mexico where we lived. It was dark and I was getting really cold but I didn't think that telling these guys would help me at all. The only thing that was on my mind right now was how my kids were. I knew that Ballo wouldn't rest until he found me, Derek, too. The car came to a halt and the next thing I knew I was being pulled out of the car although not as aggressively as I had expected. The funny part was that I wasn't even scared. I just didn't know how to feel about all this. I was a bit happy because I would finally know the person that was after us but another part of me wondered if I would come out of this alive. I was dragged into the warehouse and I was stunned because the inside looked nothing like the outside. It was magnificent. The floors were marble, a big crystal fountain was posi

TONY'S POVMe too by Kevin gates starts playing loudly and the whole living room goes quiet. The phone call that we'd all been anticipating had hopefully come in.I picked the phone up and brought it to my ear slowly. "Hello?" I said calmly after I answered it."Wow, Tony. Never knew you could be so humble." Andre laughed wickedly."Listen Andre or whatever the fuck your name is! You want me, take me but let Camilla go. It's obvious that your problem is with me." I spoke more aggressively this time."Whoa, watch your mouth. You are in no position to make any demands. One wrong move and your little girlfriend will pay for it.""Just please don't hurt her. Just tell me what you want and I will give it to you." I pleaded."I want to hurt and break you. It's easy because now I have your greatest weakness in the palm of my hands. I won't hurt her, she's too precious for that but I will use her to hurt you. You will be allo

TONY'S POVThe place was dark and cold and it was just me in the house. I screamed out Derek's name but he didn't answer. My heart was beating frantically and I didn't understand what was going on. I had only been gone for a few minutes to get some milk, how did everybody leave in that small space of time? Where did they even go to?I searched Derek's room but he wasn't there. I went to the kids' room but they weren't there either. All the alarms in my head went off and I was frustrated. I tried to call Derek and the other guys but none of the numbers were connecting. I knew instantly that something bad had happened to them. First, I lost Camilla and now I have lost the rest of the people that I love.My phone started to ring loudly. I looked at the caller ID and it was Adrian that was calling me. "You have them, don't you?" That was the first thing I said when I answered the call. I sounded defeated because I knew that there was no

TONY'S POVBeing tied up to a chair in a dark and creepy basement wasn't my idea of the perfect evening but that was what was happening and there was nothing I could do to change it. My mind was racing with endless possibilities of what this Adrian dude had against me but I could find none. I knew I had an endless list of people that hated me but I didn't know why Adrian would be on that list. I had been in the basement for over two hours according to the calculations I made in my head, it was probably inaccurate but it was just a guess. Adrian had gone off to God-knows-where and I was alone with two of his gigantic men. "So do you guys by any chance have any idea of why your boss wants to kill me?" I asked because the place and become too quiet and frankly, I was getting bored. "Shut up!" The biggest dude to my right said. "Okay. Rude much." I muttered. There was no way I would get

TONY'S POVThe days were losing meaning and I was slowly drowning in a dark pit. Ever since the day that Camilla had kissed Adriano, shit hasn't just been the same. I wondered what her reasons could be for committing such an act but I couldn't ask her. It had been four days since the both of them came to the basement. Since then, I had not seen or heard from Andre. My brother, though, was nice enough to send food to me so I wasn't left starving. But my bones were beginning to turn sore and I couldn't feel my legs anymore because it had been a little over a week since I had used them. The injury that I had sustained when Andre had punched me in the face had turned purple and I was afraid that it would soon get an infection. This point in my life has got to be the lowest point in my life since I became an adult. I had always fought so hard not to be that weak, helpless boy that I had been after my parents died.